Into my forestland bedroom
with trees and bushes in the
back round of my
mysterious walls, the warm breeze was
coming through it and out
same time straight, my queen
size bed of mine was
covered of different colors in leaves
and roses, even brighter
like a yellowed crisp sunlight on
the deepest and purred of
a single sky, hearing the
waterfall came down
gracefully and confirmed, the owls
the birds were chirping
sound of echos, my love came
through, we'd kissed like
lemons and cherries, we'd hugged
and snugged like angels
and ferries, we'd play our feet
together too, we'd tickle
tickle each other and gathered so
dear and clear, her skin
of her face was so smooth like
sunflower seed or plant
either too
Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-10-15
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